im libby i started writing poems late last year
i went through some really hard times with my friends and family.
i started slitting my wrists
then the poetry started and the cutting slowed down
thanks to this website i found a way that i could relese my anger.
i am just so glad to all the ppl who read my poems, and leave comments! more »
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alibbebeth holyoake Poems
My boyfriend wrote this
Yes we haven't been happy lately, it happens to couples though. But you must of had enogh of this. I came to yuor house.
the looks on your face the words on your lips the thoughts on your mind that you`ll never think
Smile 'cause he loves you Smile 'cause he cares Smile 'cause your happy Smile 'cause he's always there.
alone with my thoughts inside my mind its santity im trying to find but the things in my head
the day i die wont be the day you cry
not so much
smothering my face in all this love its making it hard to breath i do not understand your need to have me so close to your side.
death is not only a word
death is not a word but a state of mind you can still have breath
i look at him in the place by my side and i think about all the nights i have cried trying to figure out if its love that i feel
shes the one that gave me life shes the one that helped me live but because of her my life is draining
The words written on the paper The words spoke in the air
this is a dedication to my best friend Jessica hu has always been thea 4 me..............
drip, drip blood hits the bathroom floor as knife so deep cuts into my flesh the pain and sorrow flow out in the form of blood i lay in the bath fully clothed
you looked in to my eyes and told me that you loved me then you walked out the door and said that to someone else
i hate the way you walk towards me i hate the way you talk to me i hate the way you look at me i hate the way you dont seem care even tho you do
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My boyfriend wrote this
Yes we haven't been happy lately,
it happens to couples though.
But you must of had enogh of this.
I came to yuor house.
You gave me a letter,
you said read it when you get home.
Before I left I said to you I love you,
We have to fix this, what we started
i want to be with you forever.
I got home, everyon ewas asleep
I read the letter..
it said you wanted to break up with me
i fell to the ground crying
All our memorys, You saying I love you to me,
repeating through my head.
I walk to the kitchen.
Grab a knife. Where should I use it?